Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Solomon Islands and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Simply Red to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Magazine. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Lightning Bolt,
Unrelated Segments,
Warren Ellis,
Organ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Accadde A,
Underground Resistance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Residents,
Tears for Fears,
Eurythmics,
Gichy Dan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Flesh Eaters,
Index,
Oneida,
Angry Samoans,
Royal Trux,
Letta Mbulu,
Roger Hodgson,
Skarface,
Marmalade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Prince Buster,
Piero Umiliani,
The Wake,
Suburban Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
La Düsseldorf,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tubeway Army,
The Doors,
The Saints,
Fear,
Rapeman,
Brick,
The Smiths,
The Durutti Column,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Groovy Waters,
Lindisfarne,
Sound Behaviour,
Pole,
Morten Harket,
Donald Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Wyatt,
Severed Heads,
The Blues Magoos,
Flash Fearless,
Jandek,
Sixth Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.